Chapter 646

It's not worth summoning Nezha for something like this.

Using the Summoning Heart consumes a significant amount of resources, and accumulating power takes a long time—it would be wasteful to use it so casually.

Next time, when we actually need it, we can ask all at once.

Tang Luo also asked about the inheritance, and Jiang Shang said it was simply a transmission of cultivation methods; that "old grandpa" only called himself Jiang Ziya and revealed no further information.

Tang Luo wasn't particularly concerned either—he just wanted to understand it briefly.

In case it might be useful someday.

If it were urgent, Tang Luo would have asked when Jiang Shang first appeared, rather than now, when he just happened to be involved in the same task and could ask after its completion.

It's a bit like idle chatter after tea and meals.

Talking about where the old predecessors from years ago might have gone.

After returning home and spending a month there, Zhu Bajie successfully refined that high imitation Zhu Xian Sword into the Xuan Bian.

The Xuan Bian's main body showed no change; in sword form, the blade was identical to the Zhu Xian Sword—mirror-black and capable of reflecting a person's silhouette.

Its sharpness had also improved significantly.

Ao Yu Lie, in his Jade Dragon Claw form, lightly slashed and directly tore open a wound, causing blood to flow.

In contrast, Sha Wujing casually swiped, and not even a trace appeared.

This left Ao Yu Lie pondering: could it be that he's become weak again?

After thinking for a few seconds, Ao Yu Lie realized it was simply because his third senior brother had now become the spirit of a defensive magical treasure.

His defensive power being higher than Ao Yu Lie's was only natural.

If they really fought, Ao Yu Lie might not necessarily lose……probably.

In the previous task world, merit power hadn't been gained in large amounts, but the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy was abundant, and the stay wasn't short.

Tang Luo's cultivation recovery increased his uninjured limit from seventy percent to seventy-one percent.

He had already decided not to consume merit power for healing anymore.

Having recovered to this extent, even if he were in a reality world or other task world lacking heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, it would no longer significantly hinder Tang Luo's healing and recovery.

Let the merit power remain stored—it can be used for a complete one-time healing when needed.

As a precaution.

Regarding skills, the Immobilization Technique and Taunt are currently used infrequently, both at level two; the Blood Talisman series, the Flight Talisman has already reached level three, close to full mastery—just one step away from being able to spam Flight Talismans without cost.

The remaining three—Invisibility, Iron Armor, and Healing—are at level two.

Zhu Bajie, on the other hand, raised the Hunyuan Shield and Earth Punch to level three; since he was idle anyway, playing with them wasn't bad.

Tang Luo and the others would only instantly upgrade to full mastery if they happened to encounter a skill they excelled at, as if cheating.

The upgrade speed of the remaining skills, compared to ordinary gods and demons walking the path, is actually relatively slow.

The reason is simply that they're not used often.

Simple practice definitely doesn't yield results as good as using skills during actual combat.

Originally, they thought they would just pass the time peacefully until the next task began.

But Kongming suddenly came over.

"You planning to take out the fate fragments?" Tang Luo looked at Kongming and said.

"No." Kongming had never considered doing dangerous surgery, and now he also felt no sense of crisis from past dangers, "I came for something else."

"You're not injured either." Tang Luo said, "Being bald won't work—even enlightenment can't cure that kind."

How could a Buddhist treasure possibly cure baldness?

"It's got nothing to do with me, but it's got to do with you." Kongming rubbed his head, feeling he should prepare a wig for the future.

"Got to do with me?" Tang Luo recalled, "No way—I've been keeping a low profile for many years."

This is the plain truth—Tang Luo's last high-profile moment was still in the real-world task, where he pressed the task boss and Zeus to the ground and rubbed them.

After that, even if the安安 teammates caused trouble, it was Zhu Bajie who handled it.

Tang Luo's reclusive lifestyle is no less than that of Chijing Daoist and the others.

If there's any difference, it's that Tang Luo occasionally pops up online or on social media.

Doing a bit of business with everyone—selling talismans after enlightenment healing became less common.

He feels more like a Daoist now.

After the previous incident, it's impossible for anyone to appear again waving Tang Luo's banner to cause trouble.

Those who know him haven't died.

Otherwise, Tang Luo would have known long ago—there's no need to wait for Kongming to come personally to say it.

Just looking at his head tells you Kongming has always been busy.

"There's a Gods and Demons Walker over there." Kongming pointed west.

"Oh?"

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yu Lie suddenly perked up their ears, faces full of curiosity.

"It's a fate holder." Kongming said, "Superman Fate."

"The Superman from the comics?"

"Or the one from the movies?"

"You don't understand—there are many comic versions, some are stronger, while the movie version is relatively weaker."

Ao Yu Lie and Zhu Bajie immediately derailed the conversation.

Kongming didn't mind, and said to Tang Luo: "His strength should be quite strong—he named you specifically to challenge you, to decide superiority and even life or death."

The off-topic remarks from Zhu Bajie and Ao Yu Lie stopped instantly.

They all burst out with expressions of disbelief—these days, are there still such fools?

"Challenge me?"

"Yes, they said they wanted to restore their former glory." Kongming's expression looked somewhat pained.

As Zeus was pressed to death by Tang Luo, Odin was hunted into hiding, the Divine Alliance disbanded, and the Western gods and demons tucked their tails and acted like humans.

"What former glory, brain damaged?" Tang Luo was somewhat speechless.

When did they still have this former glory thing?

In terms of gods and demons walking among humans, everyone used to be evenly matched.

"After all, some people still can't tell the difference between the god and demon game and reality." Kongming said.

"Then just beat him to death." Tang Luo said.

"... Cough, cough, fifth rank." Kongming coughed twice.

Currently recognized fifth-rank gods and demons walking among humans are actually just a few: Jiang Shang and Chijing Daoist.

The former Twelve Chief Gods, the Seven Swords of the Martial Gods' Legend, including Kongming before you, have not yet reached that level.

Perhaps in some aspects they are already sufficient, but there are also shortcomings.

The reason Chijing Daoist, Zeus, and others are rated as fifth-rank is mostly because they have no obvious weaknesses and are quite well-rounded.

The flaw of high attack and low defense can be said to no longer exist.

Besides, these four can all fly, can fight, and have extremely high mobility.

The division of "levels" for gods and demons walking among humans is a relatively simple and crude measure of combat power—but combat power is not about clashing in the arena.

Nor is it purely numerical.

Those who can be considered fifth-rank gods and demons walking among humans are not simple.

"Oh, little white dragon, you go." Tang Luo looked at Aoyu Lie.

"Old Kong, do you have any kryptonite?" Aoyu Lie asked.

"... How could there be this thing." Kongming was utterly speechless.

If he had kryptonite, he wouldn't come running; he'd just throw the kryptonite onto that Superman fate-holder and beat his son, wouldn't he?

"Going together, going together." Zhu Bajie said, "If you can't handle it, I can still help."

"It's only fifth-rank; how could I possibly lose?"

"They dare to challenge the master, so they must have held back their strength." Zhu Bajie analyzed.

The two walked toward Kongming while speaking.

Kongming startled: "What are you doing?"

"Let's go, weren't you saying you wanted to beat that guy up?" Aoyu Lie said enthusiastically.

The more missions they experienced, the more he realized that the easiest to bully were still the gods and demons themselves.

The natives of the mission worlds, one stronger than another, often bring up former "old acquaintances," making them even harder to deal with.

"Not that urgent—"

"No, there is." Zhu Bajie also happened to be free, so he grabbed Kongming, and the three turned into flowing light and vanished.

"Wujing." Tang Luo spoke.

The琉璃凈衣 transformed into Buddhist beads that detached from Aoyu Lie's wrist, returned to the room, and took human form before Tang Luo.

"Come play chess with me, Master." Tang Luo said.

"Yes, Master."

Wujing nodded, looked toward the side where the Xiaotianqun was rolling around on the sofa, doing who knows what, and couldn't help but ask, "Wasn't it the dog who used to keep you company while playing chess?"

"Oh, change opponents."

Tang Luo had a calm expression.

Among those present, only Wujing has never beaten him.

Tang Luo's talent points have not been invested in chess.

Two hours later, the red sunset light streamed into the room, and Aoyu Lie and the others brought back a pale-faced Kongming.

"Fly slower next time." Kongming wore a motion-sick expression.

Getting dizzy from riding a dragon is also a rare experience—being grabbed by dragon claws and flown everywhere, tossed about, rare but utterly unpleasant.

"How was it?" Tang Luo casually asked.

"I threw him into space, and that guy just knelt down." Aoyu Lie raised his thumb, proud of his tactic.

Tang Luo found it strange: "Can't Superman function in space?"

"I watched a certain version of the TV animation—going to space requires a special spacesuit, so I thought I'd try it, didn't expect it to actually work." Aoyu Lie said, "Once in space, he could only float, and by exhaling he could move himself, then he just suffocated himself. No trash sorting in space—I buried him on the moon."

"I don't know which version, but anyway, he's pretty weak."

"Probably just the animation version you watched." Zhu Bajie said beside him.

The tone was bored, the fight not exciting at all; the Superman fate-holder's physical attack is indeed not weak, but his flaws are too obvious.

Some fate-holders hide their identities precisely because the fate they hold has obvious weaknesses.

For example, Superman fears kryptonite, Second Grandfather dissolves in water, etc.

Of course, these weaknesses are obvious, but whether they are easy to exploit is debatable.

At least a Superman fate-holder has appeared, but no one has obtained kryptonite to secretly kill him.

However, it's rather stifling that a dignified Superman fate-holder died of oxygen deprivation.

Aoyu Lie took out a fate fragment: "Master, try to see if this has any consciousness."

Tang Luo took it and tossed it into his mouth.

"You really just eat fate fragments like that?" Kongming still hadn't seen how Tang Luo "treats" fate fragments.

"Mm."

Tang Luo nodded, "digested" it for a moment, "No, just pure power..."

After digesting it, his eyes wouldn't shoot out red light, or make him invulnerable to blades and spears or anything like that — Tang Luo already had that to begin with.

"Come to think of it—" Tang Luo suddenly thought.

If he became a Destiny Holder through normal means, it seems it would be completely feasible too.

It's just that the Destiny Fragments had always been used to heal injuries; he had never thought in this direction before.

Next time there's a chance he can try cosplaying or something; that would be pretty fun too.

"Originally he planned to stage a grand duel, using your death as the crown for his ascension to godhood." Kong Ming added afterward.

Who would have thought Tang Luo doesn't follow the script at all.

He sent a disciple over, and in the end the guy got buried on the moon.

Those Western gods and demons walking the mortal world who were secretly excited and making preparations couldn't find that God-Walker, and when they got the news, their hearts probably took another heavy blow.

Their "New God" hadn't even risen before plummeting straight down.

No, he was buried.